Jungkook is a strict boss

It's early morning. A cool wind blows candy wrappers across the empty business center parking lot, and the air smells of approaching rain. A black minivan with tinted windows is parked at the building's entrance. Inside are suitcases, boxes of documents, and sleepy employees already anticipating a long-awaited corporate vacation.

Jeon Jungkook stands by the passenger door. Wearing a black coat and with his hair perfectly coiffed, he looks like he just stepped off the cover of a business magazine. His jaw is clenched, and he's clutching his phone so tightly that his knuckles are white.

He's been standing here for twenty minutes. Everyone's in place. Everyone, that is, except one person.

Jungkook looks at his watch. 8:17 AM. Departure was scheduled for 8:00 AM. The employees pretend not to notice the tense silence, but each of them knows: his boss is waiting for him. Waiting for his secretary, Kim Ta-hyung, who seems to have managed to sleep through even his own vacation.

Jungkook is angry. At least, that's what he tries to convince himself. He plays the part of a stern, unapproachable leader who doesn't care about minor tardiness. But in reality, his heart is clenching with anxiety. He knows Tahyung is always losing things, forgetting, and getting things mixed up. "What if he was in an accident? What if something happened?" flashes through his mind, but Jungkook immediately catches himself, returning his face to a mask of icy calm.

He dials the number. The ringing continues interminably. Finally, a sleepy, hoarse "Hello?" is heard on the other end.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound as harsh and irritated as possible.

— Where the hell are you, Tahyung? Do you even know the whole bus is waiting for you? I've been standing here like an idiot for half an hour. The departure was at eight. You have exactly five minutes to explain to me why you're not here yet, or I'll leave without you, and you'll have to walk to the hotel on your own. And don't even think about telling me you overslept again. Quickly. Get ready. Get dressed. Run out. I want to see your tousled head in the window in ten minutes. That's it, time's up.